You growl as your phone starts ringing, knowing exactly who it was from the personal ringtone about fast-food restaurants. Why you ever let Alfred get a hold of your phone, youll never know, but you did know he was going to get yelled at for waking you up at
then again, you didnt know what he wanted. What if it was an emergency?
Alfred? you say, calmly.
Hey, ________! he replies, loudly.
No, hes fine. Time to complain.
What the hell, man!? Its 2 a.m.!
I know, dude. But
Well, I was just calling to say I love you!
Your eyes widen as you sit up in bed. Did you really just hear him right? Alfred loves you?
You had wanted to tell him that for a while, too, but didnt have the nerve to. Is this for real?
Well, you showed me that thing on your laptop that said something like every girls dream is to be woken up to be told theyre loved
something like that, right?
You groan, lying back down. So much for romance.
Yeah, but that was weeks ago and there was a little more to it than that. Besides, I never showed it to you. You read it over my shoulder-
You pause and listen to the noise coming from your phone.
Yeah, it said
oh, it was 3 a.m.! Sorry, do you want me to call you back in an hour? he replies, his voice nearly drowned out by
the roaring of wind? What is he doing now?
No, I- wait, where are you? you ask.
Well, I was just going to continue with it. Look out of your window, its kinda cold
My window? Wha-? Scrambling in an attempt to stand up quickly, you crawl across your bed to the window.
It was obviously dark, so you couldnt see a thing until your eyes adjusted. Squinting into the darkness, you notice a figure stood there.
A-Alfred, are you outside my-?
Ah, you can see me! he yells, happily, waving madly.
What are you doing down there?
Come let me in, kay? Ive got something for you!
The phone line goes dead so you get up, grabbing your hoodie, and go downstairs. You cant help but feel a little disappointed. So Alfred was the kind of best friend that did random things, but maybe this meant something more than just him being an awesome friend? Even at 2 a.m.
Ugh, you dont know
Alfred! you hiss as you open the door.
The American suddenly bursts in, wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug, Good morning! I love you!
Yknow, it cant be any girls dream to be woken up like this because Im still tired. You can sleep on my couch if you want.
Nooo, but ________, Ive got the rest of
his voice trails off as he lifts up the plastic bag he was clutching and passes it to you. You take it, eyes narrowed in suspicion, and peer into it.
Cookies and ice-cream? Why have you brought me cookies and ice-cream?
Alfred stuffs his hand into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, Every girls dream is to have a guy call her at 3 a.m. just to say, Hey baby, I just wanted to tell you I love you/I am outside of your window with cookies and ice-cream. You said both sounded good, so I did both!
You couldnt help grinning as your best friend walked into the kitchen, announcing, Im gonna find some spoons! Go sit down.
Doing as he says, he comes and joins you on the sofa, handing a spoon to you. You both start stabbing at the soft vanilla ice-cream. Alfred, being, well, Alfred, seized a cookie and scooped ice-cream onto it and stuffed it into his mouth. You giggle and lean against him, Why did you do this, Alfred?
Hm? He glances at you, his cheeks tinting a bright red, O-oh, I
I told you, didnt I?
What? That you wanted to-
He rests his hand on top of yours and smiles gently, Call you at 3
well, 2 a.m. just to say-
I love you, you finish, cheeks going as red as his.
He smiles properly, Yeah. I love you.